Today I'm lucky to have a moment for a little reminiscing.

I remember being maybe four or five years old. A person was playing piano on the television, and I just sat there being drawn into his soul through his playing.

Then both my sister and I ran to my daddy and said, "Daddy, Daddy I want to play the piano! I want to play the piano."

And all I remember is him smiling and saying, "Okay, you will."

I'm just sitting here looking over a piano piece that took me eight hours to create. Grant it, I was given three weeks to develop an amazing piece and I didn't use it wisely. But, as I look at it I can't help but think of the one person that helped me begin my journey. My daddy.